Flowing Diary
June 27, 1507.
Despite a broken leg bone, the Battle Suit prevented him from training. He transformed "Spot" into a boot, securing his left calf, and continued training normally even while on a journey.
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You can rest in the water at night—the sea creatures aren't too fierce, so there's no need to worry about safety.
June 30, 1507.
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I finally arrived at the nearest island, which has only two small villages. I just needed a place to stay temporarily and find a boat.
I discovered a new use for Little Spot: on land, it can disguise itself as a "pet" and perch on my shoulder, or it can revert to its "canned" form, which is the fitted shape of the Battle Suit itself. It can also disguise itself as long-sleeved gloves, covering my right hand and forearm to elbow, to block the Seastone Handcuffs.
This makes it look like the person is wearing a large wristband on their right hand, further reducing their recognizability!
July 3, 1507.
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They helped a small coastal village wipe out a gang of pirates—dozens of them—captured them alive, and put them under the villagers' custody until the navy came to take them away.
Unfortunately... the pirate ship is too big for me to sail alone, and it's impossible to threaten them into going to the Grand Line —this group of pirates is not up to par at all. They survive by plundering small islands that are between Marine branches and have no strong people. They don't dare to go to the Grand Line at all, so no amount of Psychological Suggestion or suppression will work.
However, I asked the old boat maker in the village to make a custom-made single-person sailboat for me...
Having just done the village such a great favor, the old shipwright finished building the boat overnight before the navy arrived, and I also left that very night to avoid running into the navy.
July 10, 1507.
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I saw the news about Fisher Tiger Yamato Jinbe in the newspaper today; the Sun Pirates have done something big again...
The news reported that the Sun Pirates and the remnants of the Giant Axe Pirates were fighting on Jaya Island. However, based on previous news, it seems that the Giant Axe Pirates' affiliated pirate crews wanted to unite and restart the slave trade network. They agreed to meet on Jaya Island, but the Sun Pirates found out and launched a surprise attack, completely destroying the slave trade network!
Although as long as the Celestial Dragons exist, the slave trade will inevitably continue due to the influence of their superiors, but at least in the short term, it has deterred the slave traders.
After this battle, Fisher Tiger's bounty reached 230 million, Jinbe's bounty reached 76 million, and then... my bounty, 75 million.
The Navy is cunning. Even though I'm not actually operating with the crew anymore, the incident at Seabird Island made them reassess my combat abilities. They didn't want to admit to "trading with pirates," so they forcibly included me in their list and increased my bounty, as if I were still operating with Fisher Tiger.
That's good, at least this way Fisher Tiger and the others will know that I'm safe now.
In terms of bounty, our Sun Pirates are actually on the low side for all members. After all, the Navy wouldn't assess the "danger" of a group that adheres to the "no killing" rule too highly.
Jinbe's bounty was clearly lowered by a lot, which is why it's only one million more than mine.
Fisher Tiger's bounty is rising very aggressively. Although Captain's bounties usually have bonuses, this increase is still somewhat unsettling.
July 20, 1507.
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After such a long voyage, we finally arrived at Reverse Mountain again. Because we were only in a small boat with one person, we easily avoided the navy guarding the entrance. We did not land on the island at the entrance to the North Sea, nor were we detected by the patrolling navy.
However, the current at Reverse Mountain was too strong, and my boat broke apart.
Having experienced the thrill of "rushing through the rapids," I finally re-entered the Grand Line.
Coincidentally, this time I encountered Island Whale "blocking my way"—probably because of its size. Laboon's sorrowful mood, amplified by my Observation Haki, permeated a large area of the surrounding sea.
They abandoned the boat and entered through the opening, which was initially extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, and then walked several dozen steps further...
I then saw Roger's old Ship Doctor, Croccus. With the help of Uncle Tom's kindness and my own eloquence, I managed to get close to him and successfully obtain the "Eternal Pose of Water Seven".
Of course, I'll need to find another small boat or a hitchhike afterward, otherwise swimming to Water Seven is too far and there are too many variables. This is the Grand Line; I can't be so reckless.
July 23, 1507.
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Using the technique of navigating at a 90-degree angle, we arrived at the first island we encountered by chance...
Whiskey Peak is not yet known as a bounty Hunter's lair, but rather a gray area where both the legitimate and criminal worlds trade and resupply.
I plan to use the "Water Seven Eternal Pose" as leverage to find a pirate crew I can hitch a ride with.
There are quite a few pirate crews that want to go directly to "Water Seven".
Today's headline is about the defeat of a Warlord of the Shichibukai named Patrick Redfield —I didn't have much of an impression of this name before I transmigrated, but I've seen it in the newspaper a few times since.
He seems to be a "master" exaggerated by the Navy, touted as Great Pirate on par with Roger and Whitebeard, but his actual combat record is clearly not that impressive.
And the person who defeated him is someone I "know very well" —Red-Haired Shanks!
Of course, the newspapers didn't write it that way; it was the usual story of the Navy discovering the Shichibukai's misconduct and arresting them. However, considering the changes in Shanks' bounty and the fact that the Red-Hair Pirates "just happened to be passing by," I've deduced the truth.
It's likely that the seasoned journalists at the WEC deliberately held back when reporting such Big News Morgans, both giving face to the World Government and allowing discerning observers to see the true underlying meaning.
Inside the tavern, Sig was drinking cheap ale by himself, preparing to go to the beach for his daily workout soon.
But just then, a group of fierce-looking guys kicked the door open and came in. Sig sensed that they were coming for him, but pretended not to care.
"Hey kid, so you're Seven? You want to go to Water Seven, right? And the Eternal Pose, don't you?" A bearded man wearing Captain's hat walked over and asked Sig.
"Seven" is the pseudonym Sig is currently using. After all, Sig from the Sun Pirates has a title, while Sig is currently maintaining a Pure Human appearance.
Sig glanced at him and noticed the distinctive skull pattern on his hat—a skull painted on a ship.
Seeing Sig scrutinizing him, a mohawk-haired Longarm Tribe stepped forward and chimed in, "We are the Iron Ship Pirates! This is our Captain, Iron Fist Libanka, with a bounty of 27 million Beli. We can safely take you to Water Seven and hand over the Eternal Pose!"
The tavern was quiet. Having just arrived on the Grand Line, a bounty of 27 million was, if not extremely rare, at least a mid-to-high starting point.
Many people either sighed inwardly for Sig or secretly mocked the kid for overestimating himself by spreading such rumors in the tavern.
Hmm, Sig is spacing out—does he really call himself "Iron Fist" because he's not afraid of getting beaten to death?
"Get lost," Sig said without even turning his head.
"You..."
The other party was taken aback by Sig's sudden rebuke, then raised his right fist in a fit of rage—if someone with Observation Haki could "see" that his fist was now the color of black iron.
Armament Haki!
However, Sig could see that he followed a training path that first cultivated Haki, and his Haki was only barely "hardened," so he might not actually be stronger than someone who didn't have Haki and first focused on physical training.
Sig remained seated in his chair, raising his right fist to meet the attack— Sig's fist was completely black, visible to everyone, as he was wearing "black gloves."
With a muffled thud, the impact of the fists sent several glasses of wine scattering from the surrounding tables. Iron Fist Libanka was sent flying backward with the sound of bones breaking, just as cleanly and decisively as when Sig was kicked away by a leg that was 1.8 meters long...